For most of my life, I didn’t recognize that white privilege was even a thing, that a neighbor might call the police because they feel afraid of someone walking the sidewalk loving winter and having a good time with their partner. My white skin protected me from that knowledge. I’m having to work hard to learn it, actively seeking to understand the way white supremacy uses me and how I use it, mostly without even trying.

According to my rough estimate, I’m the best kept secret for somewhere between one-third and half of the people I’ve worked with in the last nearly nine years. This is one healing path but there's another that holds more promise.

There is much freedom in unsubscribing. No fighting. No bitterness. Just letting go. This school, their model, their inspirational leadership is no longer true for me. I'm releasing my grip on them and him, honoring that their way is not my way. In this, I get to continue down my road in peace and with space to welcome more true teachers. And they get to do the same.

We have run out of time. The world is on fire in a thousand different ways. We need all who wish to participate in the loving transformation of the world to tend their bullshittery that consumes their sacred resources (time, energy, passion, money, brain power, creativity, etc.).